An Understated Dominance By Marina Vittori

“Sure. I’ll go along with your plan.” Dustin nodded. The rare treasures hidden in the forbidden ground of Sacred Wrym Summit were likely the Dracan essence. A treasure linked to the fate of the nation should never fall into the hands of the Hall of Gods. Who knew what kind of trouble that might cause? […]

“I’m sorry. I can’t answer that question because I don’t know, either.” Hank shook his head. He was already breaking the rules by telling them about the God King’s involvement. Furthermore, disclosing the God King’s identity or whereabouts was out of the question. In Dragonmarsh, even someone as powerful as the God King had to

“Elder Mason, what do you think?” Hank turned to Garrett as the tension eased. “If the Hall of Gods is extending such sincerity, it would be impolite of us to refuse,” Garrett replied with a smile. With all these rare treasures being presented, they couldn’t possibly refuse such an offer. They knew completing the mission

Hank remained unperturbed when confronted with everyone’s apprehension. It was as if he had foreseen their anxieties. Despite his affiliation with the Hall of Gods, his upbringing in Dragonmarsh had endowed him with a profound understanding of the strength of Sacred Wrym Summit. Even the most renowned elites wouldn’t dare to challenge the Sacred Wrym

Who the hell are you? Tell us your name!” Garrett’s face tensed as he frowned. Despite his attack, the beggar remained unruffled and composed. Not only did the beggar’s counterattack neutralize Garrett’s strike, but it also sent him stumbling back. Garrett realized the beggar’s skill surpassed his. It was hard for him to fathom how

The room fell into a sudden hush like time had frozen. Everyone’s eyes widened in disbelief at the sight before them. First, they glanced at Lucian, who was seriously injured and spewing blood. Then, their attention shifted to the drunken man swaying unsteadily. Confusion clouded their minds. They had witnessed Lucian delivering a decisive blow

When Garrett slammed his hand on the table, the other martial artists stood up and expressed frustration. “Mr. Styles, you know there’s a code in the martial world. We can tolerate waiting, but leaving Elder Mason waiting like this? That’s downright disrespectful.” “You’re right! It doesn’t matter who they are since nobody should keep us

A white shadow palm surged forward with the force of lightning and pressed on Dustin. Accompanied by the fierce howling wind, everything seemed to warp as it tore through the air. Everyone in the room turned pale with fear. They scattered in all directions to avoid being caught in the chaos. After all, the sheer

“Kid, you’ve certainly surprised me with your skills,” Garrett admitted as he stood up slowly. He continued, “But that doesn’t justify your boldness in my presence with your limited skills.” As he spoke, an imposing energy surged from within him. The martial artists felt the air grow heavy, and each breath became a struggle. “This

“Elder Mason, you think an apology will cut it? Aren’t you letting this punk off too easy?” “Yeah, just look at Donny. He’s coughing up blood. If we let this slide, what’ll happen to our reputation?” “Elder Mason, this punk deserves punishment. Even if we spare his life, he shouldn’t escape justice. In my opinion,